Chapter 103 Add Fire (I wish everyone a happy Dragon Boat Festival)
"I just think the calligraphy is beautiful, and I can't tell how old the author is." Liu Feng said with a smile.
Zhang Zhong also felt that it was unreliable to judge a person's age through handwriting. His handwriting must be different now than before he came back.
When he was on Earth, he didn't have any hobbies in the later period. He just read books and practiced calligraphy. He originally wanted to engage in music, but he gave up when he found that he didn't have the talent.
When it comes to writing, the more you write, the better it will be, so whether Zhang Zhong is using a hard pen or a soft pen, he is pretty good at it.
However, the muscle memory on earth cannot be brought back to his body at once, so his words are now more rigid. I don't know how those people came to the conclusion that he was in his fifties or sixties.
He now occasionally practices calligraphy, not for any reason, but writing is something that makes people feel comfortable.
"I guess netizens are joking. You can't tell how old you are by reading the words." Zhang Zhong looked around on the bookshelf and said to Liu Feng, "I'm also reading "Murder on the Orient Express". Maybe the author tonight
It will be updated to the complete version.”
Liu Feng was a little disbelieving, "No way, can a vegetative state continue so quickly? The trial has just ended, and there is still no clue about the case. It would be meaningless if it ended so quickly."
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "I don't know, I was just guessing. I just saw him suddenly update all the interrogation parts, and I got the idea."
"Oh, his updates are really fascinating. Sometimes they are fast and sometimes they are slow."
The two chatted for a while in the study, and then Hong Yujiao from the living room called them to go out for dinner. When the two of them arrived in the living room, the two little girls were already sitting side by side at the dining table, waiting to eat.
Seeing Zhang Zhong coming out of the study, Pengpeng said, "Dad, the elf also gave Liu Minya a cabin."
Zhang Zhong said, "Is the elf who gave you the wooden house an elf?"
Pengpeng shook his head, "No, Liu Minya's elf has pointed ears and green hair, which is different from the one I saw."
Liu Minya also said beside her, "Yes, Uncle Zhang, the elf I saw has green hair, very pointed ears, and a very long nose."
Zhang Zhongsha said emphatically, "Then I guess these two elves are not from the same country."
Pengpeng and Liu Minya tilted their heads and asked curiously, "Do elves also have a country?"
"Of course there are. There are many types of elves, including sea elves, dark elves, light elves... They all look different, just like people. Not everyone looks the same. We have black eyes and black hair, but we also have black eyes and black hair.
Some people have blue eyes and yellow hair."
The two little girls nodded their heads in understanding. Hong Yujiao came over with a basin of chicken soup. She said with a smile, "Zhang Zhong, you know a lot about these children's stories. Last time Minya came back and said
You are very good at telling stories."
"I don't have anything else to do. I mainly watch Peng Peng at home. Storytelling is a necessary skill."
Hong Yujiao said with an envious look, "Liu Feng and I are busy at work every day. It's rare that we can come back and cook a meal today. Let alone tell her stories. Most of the time, his father takes her to restaurants."
Although Peng Peng and Liu Min Ya are the same age, Zhang Zhong is not the same age as Liu Feng and his wife.
Liu Feng looks about thirty-five or sixteen years old, and Hong Yujiao looks younger, but still in her early thirties.
If they are starting from scratch, it is not easy for them to earn such a family fortune at their age, and they are definitely busy with work.
Hong Yu has beautiful pink eyes and willow-yellow eyebrows. When she smiles, only the corners of her mouth and face move, and the pressure from her eyebrows is still there. She is probably a businessman and manages many people under her.
Liu Feng should also be a businessman, but unlike his wife, Liu Feng is very down-to-earth and easy to communicate with.
Maybe they were doing business together, but one was the good guy and the other was the bad guy.
As for who is the red face and who is the white face, it is not difficult to judge, it can be seen from the color of the skin.
"If you are busy in the future, you can ask Minya to come to my house. If Brother Liu doesn't want to cook, you can also take Minya there. Although I am not as good at cooking as a hotel chef, I can at least ensure it is clean and hygienic," Zhang Zhong said.
Liu Feng waved his hand and said, "How can this be so embarrassing? I can still bring my girl to your house to have a meal. Besides, although I am a little busy, it is not as exaggerated as your sister-in-law said. I still find time to come back to pick up Minya every day.
.It’s just that sometimes I don’t have time to spend time with her.”
Zhang Zhong nodded and said, "It is rare to have both methods in the world, so we can only choose one or the other. There is no way around it."
Liu Feng deeply agreed, "Yes."
Zhang Chong smiled and didn't say anything else. He actually felt that Liu Feng and the others didn't need to earn so much money, and it was good just like this.
Basically, I have achieved the lowest level of financial freedom. Spend some time with my daughter and I will not regret it in the future.
It's just that Liu Feng and the others are still young, and it's the right time for them to work hard. If they were really advised to stop working and go home to take care of their children, they probably wouldn't listen.
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He stayed at Liu's house until nine o'clock in the evening, and then Zhang Zhong took Pengpeng home. The old couple were still watching TV in the living room, but it was obvious that their minds were not on TV, but on waiting for their son and granddaughter.
Zhang Xingjun was leaning on the sofa, almost squinting. When he heard the sound of opening the door, he got excited and asked Hu Huifang next to him, "Are my son and Peng Peng back?"
Zhang Zhong changed his shoes and saw his parents. He smiled and said, "Dad, go to bed first. Mom, take Pengpeng to take a bath."
Pengpeng lay on Zhang Zhong, with a sleepy look on his face. When he heard that he needed to take a shower, he looked reluctant, "Dad, it's so cold today. I don't want to take a shower."
Zhang Zhong patted her butt and said, "No, go take a shower with grandma."
It is indeed a bit cold today. If Pengpeng is more quiet, she can actually not take a shower, but she is a little Zhang Fei and never takes a break. She sweated a lot during the day and fucked her several times.
After his parents and Pengpeng went to bed, Zhang Zhong returned to the study and turned on the computer to read the news.
Sure enough, I saw the news on the hot search that "Ten Little Indian Boys" is going to be filmed. The source of the news was officially released by Huayi Entertainment Co., Ltd.
"It seems that their company's publicity efficiency is quite high." Zhang Zhong muttered to himself.
After sitting on the chair and thinking for a while, Zhang Zhong was ready to help Huayi Entertainment add fuel to the fire and completely stir up the heat.
Although the film and television adaptation rights of this book were bought out by Huayi, Zhang Zhong cannot get a share from subsequent distribution, but this is his book after all, and his name is written in the original column, so this movie
Success or failure is also closely related to him.
He has already decided how to add fuel to the fire. There is something he has wanted to come up with before, and he will take advantage of this to bring it to light.